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UCSB  LIBRARY 


WINNERS 


MUSICAL  PRESENT. 


FOB  THE 


SELECTED  AND  ARRANGED 
BY 

SEP. 


PHILADELPHIA : 

J.  M.  STODDART  &  CO. 

NEW  YORK :  DOUGLASS  &  MYERS.    BOSTON :  GEO.  M.  SMITH  A  CO. 

SAN  FRANCISCO,  CAL. :  A.  L.  BANCROFT  &  CO. 

CHICAGO :  J.  S.  GOODMAN. 


CA.R3D. 

THE  constant  and  increasing  demand  for  popular  music  at  a  reasonable  rate 
which  will  adapt  itself  to  the  wants  of  the  people  has  led  the  editor  to  collect 
in  a  convenient  and  cheap  form  the  popular  favorites  which  constitute  this 
book. 

With  a  view  of  meeting  all  tastes  he  has  endeavored  to  make  the  collection 
comprehensive,  embracing  old  favorites  as  well  as  new,  arranging  them  so  as  to 
be  equally  available  for  the  Organ  or  Piano. 

He  has  made  it  his  especial  study  to  present  such  compositions  as,  whilst 
they  please,  will  not  tend  to  lower  the  standard  of  taste,  with  the  hope  that  they 
may  be  of  service  in  the  study  as  well  as  the  practice  of  music,  affording  enter- 
tainment and  pleasure  in  the  domestic  pastime  of  the  home  circle. 

THE   EDITOE. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874,  by 

J.  M.  STODDART  <t  CO., 
In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


CONTENTS. 


VOCAL. 


Agathe 8 

Beautiful  Nell 40 

Do  they  Think  of  me  at  Home 52 

Dublin  Bay 18 

Dearest  Spot  of  Earth  to  me 60 

Dear  Little  Shamrock 14 

Down  the  Quiet  Valley 24 

Evening  Song 62 

Friends  that  we  never  Forget 12 

Good-bye  at  the  Door 32 


Good-bye,  Sweetheart. 


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Heart  Bowed  Down 64 

I  cannot  Sing  the  Old  Songs 22 

I've  no  Mother  now  I'm  Weeping 30 

Killarney 4 

Katy's  Letter 38 

Little  Maggie  May 44 

My  Pretty  Louise 42 

My  Blue-Eyed  Nelly 26 


Moet  and  Chandon 46 

Merry  Heart 58 

Only  be  Kind 20 

O  ye  Tears! 56 

Paddle  your  own  Canoe 48 

Robin  Adair 6 

Speak  to  Me ' 20 

Starry  Night  for  a  Ramble 36 

Take  Back  the  Heart 16 

Touch  the  Harp  Gently 42 

Three  Fishers  went  Sailing 54 

Then  you'll  Remember  me 66 

We're  Nearing  to  the  River  Side 50 

When  the  Corn  is  Waving,  Annie 34 

Won't  you  tell  me  Why,  Robin 28 

We  Sat  by  the  River 10 

When  the  Swallows  Homeward  Fly 8 

You  and  I...  ,.  10 


INSTRUMENTAL. 


Attack  Galop 72 

Blue  Danube  Waltz...  ,     70 


Black-key  Polka  Mazourka. 
Cecilia  Grand  March... 


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98 

Good-Luck  March 74 

German  Polka 100 

Hit  and  Miss  Galop 88 

Jupiter  Galop 96 

Jolly  Brothers  Galop 78 


L'Etoile  Schottische 80 

Peri  Waltzes 82 

Qui  Vive  Galop 84 

Slumber  Polka...  ,  76 


Shadow  Dance. 


86 


Storm  Polka 94 

Sharpshooters'  March 90 

Traumerei...  ,.  102 


By  M.  W.  BALFL 


Moderate. 


PIANO, 


1  By         Kil-lar  -  ney's  lakes  and  fells, 

2  In  -     nis-fal  -  len's      ru  -  in'd  slirine 

3  No       plae  else    can   charm  the  eye 

4  Mu  -    sic  there    for       e  -  cho  dwells, 


Em'  -  raid  isles  and  wind  -  ing  bays, 

May       sug-gest    a  pass  -  ing  sigh, 

With   such  bright  and  va  -  ried  tints, 

Makes  each  sound  a  bar  -  mo  -  ny, 


Moun  -  tain  paths  and 
But  man's  faith  can 
Ev'  -  ryrock  that 
Ma  -  ny  voic'd  the 


woodland  dells,  Mem  - 'ry    ev    -    er  fond  -  lystrays, 

ne'er  de  -  cline  Such  God's  won  -  ders  float  -  ing  by, 

you  pass    by,  Ver  -  dure  broi  -  ders       or        besprints. 

cho  -  rus  swells,  Till      it    faints    in         ec    -    sta  •  sy. 


Bonn  -  toons  nature 
Cas  -  tic  Lough  und 
Vir  -  gin  there  the 
With  the  charmful 


loves  all     land ; 
Gle  -  na     bay, 
green  grass  grows 
tints    be  -  low, 


Beau  -  ty  wan  -  derg  BY'  -  ry- where, 
Moun -tains  Tore  and  Ea  -  gle's  Nest; 
Ev'  -  ry  morn  springs  na  -  tal  day, 
Seems  the  Ileav'n  a  -  bove  to  Tie, 


Footprints  leares    on  ma  -  ny    strands, 

Still      at      Mu  -  cross  you  must  pray, 

Brighthued  ber  -  ries  daff  the  snows, 

All      rich     col  -  ors  that  we    know, 


KILLARNEY. 


Rut       her  home  is         sure    -  ly      there  1 
Though  the  monks  are     now        at       rent. 
Smil   -  ing  win  -  ter's  frown     a    -     wny, 
Tinge  the  cloud  wreaths  in        that     sky. 


An  -  gels  fold  their  wings  and  rest, 
An  -  gels  won-der      not  that  man, 
An  -  gels  of  -  ten     paus-ing   there, 
Wings     of  An-goU      no  might  shine, 


In       that  K  -  den 
There  would  fain  pro  - 
I>oiilit       if     K  -  den 
Ulanc  -  ing  back  soft 


of  the   west, 

long  life's  span, 

were  more  fair, 

light  di  -  Tine, 


Beau-ty's  home,  Kil  -  lar  - 

Beau-ty's  home,  Kil  -  lar  - 

Bcau-ty's  home,  Kil  -  lar  - 

Beau-ty's  home,  Kil  -  lar  - 


ney,  ET  -  er  fair 

ney,  Ev  -  er  fair 

ney,  Er  -  er  fair 

ney,  Ev  -  er  fair 


Kil  -  lar  -  ney. 

Kil  -  lar  -  ney. 

Kil  -  lar  -  ney. 

Kil  -  lar  -  ney. 


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PIANO. 


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ROBIN    ADAIR. 


Where's   all        the         joy   and  mirth,       Oh,       they're     all        fled  with    thee, 


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2  What  made  th'  assembly  shine? 

Robin  Adair. 
What  made  the  ball  so  fine? 

Robin  Adair. 

What  when  the  play  was  o'er, 
What  made  my  heart  so  sore, 
What  when  the  play  was  o'er? 
Oh,  it  was  parting  with 

Robin  Adair. 


3  But  now  thou'rt  far  from  me, 

Robin  Adair. 
But  now  I  never  see 

Robin  Adair. 
Yet  him  I  loved  so  well, 
Still  in  my  heart  shall  dwell, 
Yet  him  I  loved  so  well, 
Oh,  I  can  ne'er  forget 
Robin  Adair. 


WHEN  THE  SWAUOWS  HOMEWAHB  FlY. 


English  words  by  F.H.GORDON, 


Music  by  FRANCIS  ABT. 


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1  When  the  white  swan  southward  roTes, 
There  to  seek  the  orange  groves, 
When  the  red  tints  of  the  west 
Prove  the  sun  has  gone  to  rest; 
In  these  words  my  bleeding  heart 
Would  to  thee  its  grief  impart, 
When  I  thus  thy  image  lose, 
Can  I,  ah  1  can  I  e'er  know  repoie? 


3  Hush  !  my  heart,  why  thus  complain? 
Thou  must  too,  thy  woes  contain ; 
Though  on  earth  no  more  we  rove 
Loudly  breathing  vows  of  love  ; 
Thou  my  heart  must  find  relief, 
Yielding  to  these  words,  belief: 
I  shall  see  thy  form  again, 
Though  to-day  we  part  in  pain. 


WE  SAT  BY  THE  RIVER, 


(YOU  AND  I.) 


PIANO. 


CLARIBEL. 


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(SONG  AND  CHORUS.) 

Words  by  ALICE  HAWTHORNE.  Music  by  SEP.  WINNER. 


Moderato. 


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PIANO. 


Ped. 


Foicc. 


1.  There  are  friends  that  we  never  for  -  get. 

2.  There  are  friends  that  we  never  for  -  get 


There  are  hearts  that  we  ev-er  hold 
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THERE  ARE  FRIEXD8  THAT  WE  NEVER  FORGET. 

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Whose  smiles  can  bewitch  and  whose  eyes  can  command, 

In  each  climate  they  ever  appear  in. 

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Just  like  their  own  dear  little  Shamrock  of  Ireland, 
The  dear  little  Shamrock,  the  sweet  little  Shamrock, 
Tke  dear  little,  sweet  little  Shamrock  of  Ireland. 


That  dear  little  plant  that  springs  from  our  soil, 

When  its  three  little  leaves  are  extended ; 

Denotes  from  the  stalk  we  together  should  toil, 

And  ourselves  by  ourselves  be  befriended. 

And  still  thro'  the  bog,  thro'  the  brake,  and  the  mireland, 
From  one  root  should  branch  like  the  Shamrock  of  Ireland, 
The  dear  little  Shamrock,  the  sweet  little  Shamrock, 
The  dear  little,  sweet  little  Shamrock  of  Ireland. 

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SPEAK    TO    ME. 

(ONLY   BE   KIND.) 


Words  by  H.  B.  FARNIE. 

Sostemito  assai. 


Music  by  FABIO  CAMPANA. 


PIANO. 


con  espress 

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cantibile  espress.  e  mnlto  accentato. 


When  I  draw  near  ?       Why  cold  to 
Thou  didst  deplore          Some  cast  a- 


1.  Why  turn  a -way 

2.  One     i  -  die  day 


day? 
way 


Once  I   was  dear !  Then  thy  heart  stirr'd,      And  flush'd  thy  brow ; 

On   de-sert  shore  ;         'Twas  but  a    tale  By   po  -  et  feigned, 


Nev-;:r    a      word 
Yet  thou  didst  pale, 
trail,  col  can  to. 


Welcomes  me  now.        Now  thy  hand  lies          List-less  in 
Silent  and  pained.     And  thou  didst  moan, —  Sad,  sad  to 


SPEAK     TO     ME. 


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mine,        Once  its  replies      Spake  love  di  -  vine  !          Cold,  as    if     we          Never  had 
be  It  -  ter-ly   lone          By  the  bleak  sea !  My  life   is    drear ;       I   cast   a- 


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Can  it  then  be  Hearts  can  for-get?        Ah! 

Give  me  the  tear       Thou  shedd'st  that  dav. 


Speak  to  me, 


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speak  ;  Be  my  heart  heard,        Or  will   it  break  For  one  poor  word  ! 


con  grazia. 


con  grazia,,  rail. 


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No  vow  to  bind,         Xo  pledge  I  seek,        On-ly    be  kind,      Speak  to  me,  speak  ! 

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"I  CANNOT  SING  THE  OLD  SONGS: 


WOEDS  AND   MUSIC  BY  CLAEIBEL, 


Slowly. 


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1.  I       can  -  not     sing      the     old 


songs  I       sung    long  years      a   -    go, 


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heart  and     voice  would  fail  me,     And      fool  -  ish     tears   would  flow ; 


For 


by  -  gone  hours  come    o'er        my  heart  With    each    fa   -  mil   -  iar        strain, —          1 


ean  -  not     sing     the        old  songs,  Or       dream  those  dreams  a     -     gain 


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can  -  not    sing    the         old  songs,     Or    dream  those  dreams  a    -     gain 

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2  I  cannot  sing  the  old  songs, 

Their  charm  is  sad  and  deep 
Their  melodies  would  waken 

Old  sorrows  from  their  sleep 
And  though  all  unforgotten  still, 

And  sadly  sweet  they  he, 
j:  I  cannot  sing  the  old  songs, 
They  are  too  dear  to  me.  :] 


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3  I  cannot  sing  the  old  songs, 

For  visions  come  again, 
Of  golden  dreams  departed, 
And  years  of  weary  pain  ; 
Perhaps  when  earthly  fetters 

Have  set  my  spirit  free, 
|:  My  voice  may  know  the  old  song* 
For  all  eternity.  :J 


SO1TG   AND    CHORUS. 

By  SEP.  WINOT1B. 


Moderate. 


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1.  'Neath  the  wildwood  shade  by  a  ninning  brook   That  flows  along  the  ral-ley       I  hare  wandered  oft  when  the 

2.  As    the    day  fled  on  with  its    sun   and  shade,  Howev  -  er  bright  or     dreary,        I         sought  her  still  ere  ite 


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•un  was  high,  To  the  lowland  home  of  Hallie  ;  The  days  were  bright  and  our  hearts  were  light,  As  friends  well  met  and 
light  would  fade,  For  my  step  was  never  weary  :  With  otiat  and  song  the  whole  day  long,  We  work'd  and  toil'd  to- 


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cler  -  er,          For  our  rest  was  made'neaththn  wild  wood  shade,  And  our  hearts  were  cheerful  ev  -  er. 
geth  -  er,          And  we   knew  no   caro  that  wo  did    not  share,   In          foul      or  pleas  -ant  weath-er. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1873,  by  SEP.  WINNER,  in  the  Office  of  Hie  Librarian  of 
Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 

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DOWN     THE     QUIET     VALLEY. 
CHORUS. 


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ALTO. 


TENOR. 


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Hal    -  lie,      Hal  -  lie,         fair      and     good ;   My     kind     and     gen  -  tie         Hal  -  lie :          Sweet 


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Hal    -  lie,      Hal  -  lie,         fair       and     good ;   My     kind     and     gen  -  tlo         Hal  -  lie :          Sweet 


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Sweet  be  thy 


PIANO. 


be         thy        sleep        with     -     in         the  wood,         A  -  down  the  qui  -  et         val  -  ley. 


Let  my  grave  be  made  'neath  the  wildwood  shade, 

Beside  ray  darling  Hallie; 
Oh  let  me  rest  near  the  one  loved  best, 

Now  sleeping  in  the  valley : 
For  my  joys  have  fled  and  my  hopes  are  dead, 

My  heart  u  giphing  ever; 
Since  her  smile  is  gone  and  I'm  left  alone, 

SOT  our  fat*  hat  been  to  *over.— CHORUS. 

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SOLO    AND    CHORUS, 

Written  and  Composed  by  CHARLES  BLAMPHIN, 


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2.     That         blessed              lit    -    tie          churcb 

Re    -    tir    -    ing       to        its 
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Nel-ly  chang'd    her          name, 


I  roam      then       with  my 

We         can    -    not         boast  of 


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MY     BLUE     EYED     NELLY. 


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Nel    -    \j 
rich   -  ea, 


My   own,  my      bon  -  nie          bride, 

Which  o     -     -     thers  may   pos     -      sess, 


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bless   the       hour    of 
peace  and      hap  -  pi     - 


glad     -     ness   When  both    our  hearts  were  tied. 
ness      is   all    We      wish    with  to      be      blest. 


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Oh,  charming     Nel-ly,  I'll       e'er    be      true  to  thee, 


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IB  .A.  L  1C  -A.  ID. 


Composed  and  Arranged  for  the  Piano-Forte. 


1.  You    are    not  what  you 

2.  On      Sun-day     af  -  ter 


PIANO. 


were,       Robin,       Why     go    sad     and  strange  ?     You  once  were  blithe  and  gay,         Robin, 
church,  Robin,   I  looked  a-round   for  you,  I  thought  you'd  see  me  home,       Robin,  As 


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What  has  made  you  change  ?     You  nev  -  er  come   to      see     me  now  As   once  you  used     to 
once   you  used     to     do  ;  But  now  you  seem  a  -  fraid     to  come,  And  al-most   ev'  -   ry 


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WONT     YOU     TELL     ME     WHY,     ROBIN? 


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do; I     miss  you  at         the    wick-et    gate,    You    al  -  ways  let     me  through;      Iti 

day I     meet  you  in         the    meadows  And    you    look  the     oth  -  cr     wny —         You 


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ye     -     ry     hard       to          o     -     pen,  But     you      ney  -     er     come     to         try., 
ney  -     er     bring      me         po  -     sies  now,    Tho     last         is     dead     and      dry. 


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3  The  other  night  we  danced,  Eobin,  beneath  the  hawthorn-tree, 
I  thought  you'd  surely  come,  Robin,  if  but  to  dance  with  me ; 
But  Allan  asked  me  first,  and  so  I  joined  the  dance  with  him, 
But  I  was  heavy-hearted,  and  my  eyes  with  tears  were  dim, 
And,  oh.  how  very  grave  you  looked,  as  once  we  passed  you  by, 
Wont  you  tell  me  why,  Robin  ?  oh,  wont  you  tell  me  why  V 

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Written  and  Composed 


PIANO. 


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1.  I've        no   mother,  now  I'm  weep  -  ing,  She         has  left  me  here  a  -  lone, 


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She         beneath  the  sod  is      sleep     -     ing,  Now     there  is   no  joy  at     home. 


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I'VE     NO     MOTHER,    NOW     I'M     WEEPING. 


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Tears      of     sorrow  long  hare  start    -    ed, 


Her     bright  smile  no  more  I'll  see, 


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All         the  lov'd  ones  too  have  part    -    cd, 


Where,    oh,  where  is  joy  for     me  ? 


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"And  when  with  the  dead  I'm  number'd,  place  it  at  my  grave  for  me." 
/        Deare?t  mother,  I  am  sighing,  on  thy  tomb  I  drop  a  tear  ; 

For  the  little  plant  is  dying,  now  I  "feel  so  lonely  here. — Chorus. 

3  I've  no  mother,  still  I'm  weeping,  tears  my  furrow'd  cheek  now  lave, 
Whilst  a  lonely  watch  I'm  keeping,  o'er  her  sad  and  silent  grave  ; 
Soon  I  hope  will  be  our  meeting,  then  the  gladness  none  can  tell, 

Who  for  me  will  then  be  weeping,  when  I  bid  this  world  fere  well  ?—Chonu. 

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©oob-bg  ot  ilje  JBoor. 


WORDS  BY  J.  E.  CARPENTER. 


MUSIC  BY  STEPHEN  GLOVER 


1.  Of     all          the  mem'riei  of  the  past,  That    come      like  snm-mer        dreams,          Whose 

2.  Bat  time       and  place  have  quite  estranged         Each    ear     -     ly  friend  we        knew,  How 


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dim. 


rain  -  bow  hnes  still  round  n»  cast,  Their  bright,  their  bright  but  fleeting  beams,  Th« 

few          remain,  how  many  changed,  Of    those,          of  those  we  deemed  no  true.  Those 


dear       -        est,  sweetest  that  can  be, 

bap         -        py  hours  a-gain     to  me, 


Of         day*  goue  long 

But      mem'       •       ry      can 


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THE    GOOD-BY    AT    THE    DOOR. 


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ring  thought  will  erer  be, 


"good-br,"          the  "good-by"  at  th«  door, 
••good-by,"         the  "good-by"  »t  the  door, 


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And  life'* 


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me, 
be, 


The  "good-br,"  the  "good-by"  lit  the  door. 
The  "  good-by,"  the  "good-by"  at  the  door. 


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WHEN  THE  CORN  IS  WAVING,  ANNIE  DEAR. 


WORDS     AND     MUSIC 


BY   CHARLES   BLAMPHIN. 


PIANO. 


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moderato. 


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corn  is    waving,     An-nie      dear,  0     meet  me  by         the  stile, 
corn  is    waving,     An-nie     dear,  Our  tales  of    love     we'll  tell, 


To  hear  thy  gentle 
Be  -  side  the  gentle, 


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voice    a-gain,    And  greet  thy  winning  smile.  The  moon  will  be          (it     full,      love,     The 

flowing  stream,  That  both  our  hearts  know  well ;     Where  wild  flow'rs  in  their  beau  -  ty,      Will 

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WHEN     THE     CORN    IS    WAVING,     ANNIE     DEAR. 


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stars  will  bright-ly    gleam, 
scent  the  ev'  -  ning  breeze, 

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Oh  come     my  Queen  of        night,  love,    And  grace  the  beauteous 
Oh  haste!  the  stars    are        peeping,  And  the  moon's  behind  the 


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scene, 
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(SONG  AND    CHORUS.) 

SAMUEL   EAGNALL 


PIANO. 


f—f-f-y*  S 

— *-r  - — «•>••> 


1.  I      like        a  game  at    cro      -      quet,      or    bowl  -  ing   on      the    green,  I 

2.  I      like        to   take   my  sweet     -    heart,  "  of  course   you  would,"  said  he,  And 

3.  Tho' some  will  choose  ve-lo     -     cipede,  and    o  -  there  take      a      drive,  And 


f 

But  o 


like      a        lit  -  tie    boat    -     ing,        to    pull      a  -  gainst  the  stream ;  But  of 

soft  -  ly      whis-per    in      her  ear :"  how  dear  -  ly       I      love   thee;" And 

some  will      sit       and  mope    at  home,    half  dead  and    half     a  -   live; And 


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A     STARRY     NIGHT     FOR     A     RAMBLE. 


^4^' 

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all       the  games  that   I      love  best,      to      fill      me  with    de  -  light,  ......  I 

when  you  pic  -  ture     to      yourselves,  the  scenes  of  such     de  -  light,  ......         You'll 

some   will  choose  a    steam     -    boat,   and      oth  -  era    e  -  ven     fight,  ......  But 


-I — , 


like      to      take     a        ram     -     ble        up  -   on        a    star  -  ry       night 

want    to      take     a        ram     -     ble        up   -   on        a    star  -  ry       night 

I'll      en   -  joy    my      ram     -     ble        up   -   on        a    star  -  ry       night 


--*• 


CJiorus. 


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A      star  -   ry  night  for  a   ram  -  ble, 


Through  the   bush   and  bram 


Kiss      and    ne    -    ver     tell. 


Composed  for  the  Piano-Forte. 


Andante  con  espressione. 


PIANO. 


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1.  Och,  girls   dear,  did       you  ev    -    er      hear,     I     wrote   my     love      a      let  -  ter,     And     al- 

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•••••• 

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KATEY'S    LKTTER. 


pui-iled    with  hard  spelling      in     the     matter,  When  the  man-ing  was  so     plain      that     I 


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I      love  him  faith-ful  -  ly,      And  he 


knows  it,   oh,  he  knows  it,        Without  one  word   from  me. 


2  I  wrote  it,  and  I  folded  it,  and  put  a  seal  upon  it ; 

'Twas  a  seal  almost  as  big  as  the  crown  of  my  best  bonnet ; 
For  I  would  not  have  the  Postmaster  make  his  remarks  upon  it, 
As  I  said  inside  the  letter  that  I  loved  him  faithfully. 

I  love  him  faithfully, 
And  he  knows  it,  oh,  he  knows  it !  without  one  word  from  me. 

3  My  heart  was  full,  but  when  I  wrote,  I  dared  not  put  the  half  in, 
The  neighbors  know  I  love  him,  and  they're  mighty  fond  of  chaffing; 
So  I  dared  not  write  his  name  outside,  for  fear  they  would  be  laughing 
So  I  wrote,  u  From  little  Kate  to  one  whom  she  loves  faithfully." 

I  love  him  faithfully, 
And  he  knows  it,  oh,  he  knows  it !  without  one  word  from  me. 

4  Now,  girls,  would  you  believe  it,  that  Postman,  so  consaited, 
No  answer  will  he  "bring  me,  so  long  as  I  have  waited  ; 

But  maybe  there  mayn't  be  one  for  the  raison  that  I  stated, 

That  my  love  can  neither  read  nor  write,  but  he  loves  me  faithfully. 

He  loves  me  faithfully, 
And  I  know  where'er  my  love  is,  that  he  is  true  to  me. 

39 


BEAUTIFUI 


COMPOSED  AND  ARRANGED  FOR  THE  PIANO-FOR^TE. 


PIANO. 


detifctc* 


1.  Don't  talk  to  me     of    pretty  maids,  Of  handsome  ladies,  don't !      I'll 

2.  She's  but   a   lit  -  tie     one  indeed,  With  neat  and  ti  -  ny   feet,         And 

3.  We  sometimes  think  in  all  the  world  There's  none  so  fair  as  she —    So 


nev-er      lis  -  ten    to       a       word,    I     won't,  no     that  I     won't  !     There's  not    a      beau  -  ty 
wanders  round  the  live-long  day     With  songs  di  -  vine  -  ly  sweet;  She  dan-ces     like      a 

love-ly     as     our    dar-ling  Nell — As     sweet  as     she     can  be;  But  ev' -  ry     moth  -  er 


BEAUTIFUL     NELL. 


*=* 


in  the  land  To  match  my  pret  -  ty  Belle :  I'll  tell  you  all  a  -  bout  her  now,  My 
fai  -  ry  child  Up  -  on  the  gras-sy  lawn,  And  slum-bers  like  an  an  -  gel  babe  Frou 
seems  to  think,  And  so  its  ve  -  ry  well,  Her  lit  -  tie  dar-ling  's  just  as  sweet  As 


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41 


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TOUCH  THE  HARP  GENTLY. 


Written  by  SAMEL  N,  MITCHELL. 


Composed  by  CHARLES  BLAMPHIN, 


PIANO- 


1  Just  touch  the  harp  gcnt-ly,  mypret-ty    Lou-ise,     And    sing  me  the  songs  that  I     love;    They  will 

2  Just  touch  the  harp  gent-ly,   mypret-ty    Lou-ise,     And    sing  me  the  songs  that  I     love; They'll  re- 


call  back  the  days  when  to-geth-cr      we  sat        On  the  porch  'neath  the  nest  of  the  dove 
call  the  bright  days  when  we  play  'd  in  the  wood,  And      watch'd  the  birds  flitting  a  -  bove 


There  wa 
There  wa 


one     that  you  sang,       my        pret-ty     Lou-ise,      It  brings  fond  re-col -lee  -  tions     to     me,           You  .re- 
one     that  you  sang,       my        pret-ty      ]<on  -  ise,      The     words,  I    re  -  mem  -  ber   them  well,  I 


TOUCH     THE     HARP     GENTLY. 


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mem  -ber  the  mocking  bird  mimick'd  it  ones          A*     It    perch'd  on   the    »yc  •  a  -  more     tn-e  ; 
luv'd     it,  and  when  you  had  flnUhed  each  verse,     I  kiw'd  you  and  Kiid  :  "  n.->  -  r      tell , ' 


Just 


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Oh !  touch  the  harp  gent  -  ly,    my     pret  -  ty  Lou  -  ise,      And    sing    me  the  songs  that  I 


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CHORUS,  ad.  lib. 

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lore, They  will  call  back  the  days,  when  together  we    sat  On  the  porch 'neath  the  nest  of  the  dove. 

kjg=br-fl-=r  j-± 


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43 


UTTiE    MAOGJE    MAY, 


WORDS  BY  G.  W.  MOORE. 


Music  BY  C.  BLAMPHIN. 


VOICE. 


:=^~ P -^== 

*  I 


1.  The 

2.  Tho' 

3.  May 


PIANO, 


«EppE===| 

±±trE^=tr r-bLn=— E 


spring  had  coine,  the  flow'rs  in  bloom,  The  birds  sung  out  their  lay, 
years  roll'd  on,  yet  still  I  lov'd  With  heart  so  light  and  gay, 
heav'n  pro  -  tect  mo  for  her  sake,  I  pray  both  night  and  day, 


Down  by        a      lit  -  tie 
And   nev  -   er   will     this 
That  I        ere  long   may 


running  brook,  I  first  saw  Maggie  May  ; 
heart  de-ceive  My  own  dear  Maggie  May; 
call  her  mine,  My  own  dear  Maggie  May  ; 


She   had     a    rogu-ish    jet  black  eye,    Was 

When  others  thought  that  life  was  gone,  And 

For   she    is    all      the   world  to  me,     Al- 


-9-          ^9-  -O-  -*- 


LITTLE     MAGGIE     MAY. 


singing    all    the   day, And  how  I     lov'd  her  none  can  tell.  My  lit-tle    Maggie  May 

death  would  take  a- way,....    Still  by     my  side    did  lin-ger  one,  And  that  war  Maggie  May 
thtj"  I'm  far    a  -  way, I  oft-times  think  of  the  running  brook, And  my  little  Maggie  May. 


__H _        .  .    .    1  — _— 


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1*<  Tenor. 
Alto. 


3d  Tenor. 

Batg. 


PIANO. 


O  HE  O  !Fl  TJ  S. 

IzzcJJL*    -Jzzzjzz 


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s«t^  <y_ 


My      lit  -  tie          witching         Maggie,         Maggie  sing- ing         all  the 


ztai: 


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day:         Oh,     how     I        lore    her  none  can       tell,       My   lit  -  tie         Maggie         May 


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TEMPERANCE  VERSION  OF 


A  llegretto. 


OR,  THE  NEW 

CHAMPAGNE   CHARLIE 

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1.  What  care  I 


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up      -     side     down,         It         still  af    -    fords         us        wa      -      ter       pure. 


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46 


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Ne  -  ver  care  I     how  the  times  may  go, 


Oh!       I       oh!  oh!     I      oh! 

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Wa-ter,  pure  wa-ter  can    bring  no      woe,  Oh  1       I       oh!         I      oh  I 


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CHOBTfS. 


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Champagne  Char  -  lie    was       my   name,        Cham -pagne  drinking  gained  my  fame  ; 


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Mo-et    and  Chan -don  made    me    spree,    But  wa-ter  to-day    is    the    drink     for   me. 

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.'  2  "White  wines  are  pale  and  have  no  taste, 

The  red  indeed  have  too  much  hue, 
Moselle  in  pleasing  often  fails, 

Still  Hock's  too  slow  and  suits  but  few, 
Lager  is  heavy  and  thick  you  know, 

Oh i !  I  oh  !  oh !  I  oh ! 
Water  is  dainty  and  free  to  flow, 

Ob  !  I  oh  I  I  oh  1  Chorut. 


3  Champagne's  the  wine  for  giving  toasts, 

For  headaches,  and  for  waste  of  wealth  ; 
But  water  pure  is  better  far 

To  quench  the  thirst  or  drink  ones  health. 
Down  on  the  banks  where  the  lilies  grow, 

Oh!  I  oh  !  oh!  I  oh  ! 

Sparkling  and  bright  do  the  streamlets  flow, 
Oh  !  I  oh  !  I  oh  I  Chonu. 


Composed  and  Arranged  for  the  Piano-Forte, 


a  e  n » 


VOICE. 


-p    i  r 


I 


-N-N- 


1.  I've  travell'd  a-bout          a 

2.  I     hare       no  wife        to 

3.  It's    all      ve-ry  well  to  de- 

4.  If      a     bur  -  ri-cane  rise  in 


PIANO. 


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<3 
— — i 


Fflty^fcwj 

mfrirnr* 


bit   in    my  time,  And  of  troubles    I've  seen        a      few. 

bother    my   life,  No  lov  -  er     to     prove       un  -  true, 

pend  on  a     friend,    That  is,     if  you've  proved  him  true, 

the  mill-day  skies      And  the  sun    is      lost          to     view, 

*. "- 


But  found  it  bet-ter  in 
But  the  whole  day  long  with  a 
But  you'll  find  it  bet-ter  by 

Move  stead-i  -  ly  by,  with 


-=) — 


ev'      -      ry    clime     To     pad-die    my  own  ca  -  noe. 

laugh  and  a     song,     I       pad  die    my  own  ca  -  noe. 

far     in     the    end,     To     pad-die  your  own  ca  -  noe. 

a      stead-fast  eye,     And  pad-die  your  ow,n  ca  -  noe. 


My  wants      are     small,    I 
I     rise  with  the  lark,  and  from 
To  "  borrow  "  is   dearer     by 
The  dat  -  sies    that  grow  in 


PADDLE  TOUR  OWN  OANOE. 


care  not  at  all  If  my  debts  are  paid  when  due,, 
daylight  till  dark  I  do  what  I  hare  to  do,... 
far  than  to  "buy,"  A  max-im  tho'  old,  (till  true,, 
the  bright  green  fields,  Are  blooming  no  sweet  for  you,. 


I     drive  a-way  strife  in  the 
I'm  careless  of  wealth,  if  I'rt 
You  nev-er  will  sigh,  if    you 
So     uer-er  sit  down  with   a 


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^h»— =*- 


I 


o  -  eean  of  life,  While  I  pad-die  my     own  c.i  -  noe Then  lore     your  neigh-bor 

on  -  ly    the     health     To  pad-die  my     own  ca  -  noe 

on  -  ly    will   try           To  pad-die  your  own  ca  -  noe 

tear  or     a      frown,     But  pad-die  your  own  ca  -•noe 


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your-self,     As      the    world  you     go      trar  -  el  -  ling     through. 


And 


WE'RE    NEARING  TO  THE    RIVER; 


OR, 

(THE    PROMISED    LAND.) 
SOLO   AND    QUARTETTE. 


JA8.  B.  8TKE8. 


Moderate. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congresi,  in  the  year  1873,  by  SEP.  WINNER'S  SON,  in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian 

ot  Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 

50 


WE'RE    WEARING    TO    THE    RIVER. 
CHORUS. 


AIR. 


ALTO. 


TENOR. 


BASS. 


PIANO- 


tr 


iMu, 


^^§ 


We're  near-ing     to     the    riv-er      side,  Soon    on       the    shore  we'll     stand;          Then, 


?E:E:;^ 


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& 


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We're  near-ing    to     the    riv-er      side, 


Soon    on       the    shore   we'll     stand;          Then, 

£=£: 


Saviour,  bear  us  o'er  the  tide  To     Can -aan's  Promised  Land,  To     Can  •  aan's  Promised  Land. 


Saviour,  bear  us  o'er  the  tide 


To     Can  -  aan's  Promised  Land,  To     Can -aan'i  Promised  Land. 


'-^tt 


5m§ii 


•»»—*- 


» » 


1==^:^= 


PTT— r 


T^TT 


--^— 


"^ 


5  Dear  Saviour,  lead  us  safe  along 

This  waste  of  desert  sand. 
Till  we  ghallsing  the  victor's  sonp, 
|:In  the  sweet  Promised  Land:) 
Sweet  Promised  Laud.— Cuo. 


51 


6  When  earthly  scenes  shall  disappear, 

Unite  us  with  that  band. 
Who  bade  farewell  to  loved  ones  here, 
|:To  gain  the  Promised  Land:| 
Sweet  Promised  Land. — Cuo. 


10  %j)  Ijjhik  0f  me  at  Jiotne  ? 


MUSIC    BY    G.  W.  GLOVER. 


VOICE. 


PIANO. 


Moderato. 


HHb 


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Do    they    think          of  meat        home?  Do  they       er-er          think  of        me?  I  who 


-  -------  P-  j  —  l-«i  —  I-  j^l  —  h- 

~  -- 


52 


DO     THEY     THINK     OF     ME     AT     HOME? 


1  — ' *-1><w=^ ' 1 


E=?E3E  E&E?=^ 


heart*  grown  cold  and  strange  To  the      one  now  doom 'd  to    roam  7          I  would 


A .    .     ..          


give  the  world  to    know, — 


Do  they  think  of    me     at    home  ? 


2  Do  they  think  of  me  at  eve,— 

Of  the  songs  I  nsed  to  ling  ? 
Is  the  harp  I  struck  untouched, 

Does  a  stranger  wake  the  string;  T 
Will  no  kind,  forgiving  word. 

Come  acrots  the  raging  foam  T 
Shall  I  never  cease  to  sigh, — 

Do  they  think  of  me  at  home  f 


53 


3  Do  they  think  of  how  I  loved 

In  my  happy  *arly  days? 
Do  th«y  think  of  him  who  came. 

Bat  could  never  win  their  praiMf 
I  am  happy  by  hix  side, 

And  from  mine  he'll  never  roam  I 
Bat  my  heart  will  sadly  ask, — 
Do  they  think  of  me  at  home? 


Words  by  REV,  C.  KINGSLEY. 


Music  by  J,  HULLAH. 


Andantino. 


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to-toTg^J  I  — ^=F 


*=*: 


^     •  N-^ — 

:&=J=^=: 


^^ 


1.  Three  fish-ers  went  sailing  out 


^» 


L-^3— J4-? 

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P=P; 


1 — 1  L»  L»1 


53 


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__       __ 
in  -  to      the    west,    Out      in  -  to      the     west,  as      the      sun     went  down;  Each 


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jg=to    I  to    g: 


^=S= 


thought  on    the     wo-man  who  lov'd  him  the  best,  And  the  children  stood  watching  them 


THREE      FISHERS      WENT      SAILING, 
^a  tempo. 


out    of      the     town  ;  For     men      must  work,  and     wo  -  man  must  weep,  And  there's 


n      h 


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lit  -  tie        to      earn    and     many  to     keep ;  Tho'  the     bar  -  bor    bar       be 


cres. 


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Nil 


d/Vn. 


2  Three  wives  sat  up  in  the  light-house  tow'r, 

And  trimm'd  the  lamps  as  the  sun  went  down ; 
They  look'd  at  the  squall  and  they  look'd  at  the  show'r, 

And  the  night-rack  came  rolling  up  ragged  and  brown  i 
But  men  must  work,  and  woman  must  weep, 

Tho'  storms  be  sudden  and  waters  deep,  ( 
And  the  harbor  bar  be  moaning 

3  Three  corpses  lay  out  on  the  shining  sands, 

In  the  morning  gleam  as  the  tide  went  down, 
And  the  women  are  weeping  and  wringing  their  hands, 

For  those  who  will  never  come  back  to  the  town  : 
For  men  must  work,  and  woman  must  weep, 

And  the  sooner  it's  over,  the-sooner  to  sleep 

And  good  bye  to  the  bar  and  its  moaning. 

55 


WORDS   BY  DR.    MACKAY. 


MUSIC  BY   FRANZ.    AST. 


Andantino. 


PIANO. 


wel    -    come     to 
come        from    cold 
self     -     isli       in 


my 
and 
my 


heart,  ......... 

dark  ............ 

8or      -     row; 


thaw  -  ing,     thaw 
ye        shall  glit 
I          was    stub 


Ing      like       the     snow;  The 

ter       in         the     Bun :  Tim 

born,      I         was     weak.  Ye  haye 


o   YE    TEARS! 


^T=ft 


heal 
eyei 
know 


ing  funn  -  tains  gush, 
that  can  -  not  weep 
that  I  am  human. 


and 
are 

by 


the       wil  -  derness     shall 
the       sad  -  dest  eyes  of 
the      light  of  sym  -  pa 


•ing. 

all. 

thT. 


—  ^  ^r 


4.  O  ye  tears !  0  ye  tears !  ye  relieve  me  of  my  pain, 
The  barren  rock  of  pride  has  been  stricken  once  again ; 
Like  the  rock  that  Moses  smote  amid  Horeb's  burning  sand, 
It  yields  the  flowing  water,  to  make  gladness  in  the  land. 

O  ye  tears  !  O  ye  tears  ! 

5.  There  is  light  npon  my  path  !  there  is  sunshine  in  my  heart, , 
And  the  leaf  and  fruit  of  life  shall  not  utterly  depart ; 

Ye  restore  to  me  the  freshness  and  the  bloom  of  long  ago, 
0  ye  tears  I  0  happy  tears !  I  am  thankful  that  ye  flow. 
0  ye  tears  !  happy  tears ! 

57 


Melody:  The  Guard  on  the  Rhine,  by  Wilhelm. 


ARRANGED     FOR     THE      PIANO-FORTE. 


By  JEAN   LOUIS. 


PIANO 


MARCH. 


1         -1 


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'Tis  well  to  have  a  mer  -  ry  heart  Tho'  short  may  be  our 
The  sun  may  shroud  it  -  self  in  cloud,  The  trumpet's  wrath  be- 
Then  laugh  a  -  way,  let  oth  •  ers  say  Whate'er  they  will  of 


£F 


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i 


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El 


stay,  There's  wisdom  in  a  mer-ry  heart,  Whate'er, whate'er  the  world  may 
gin,  It  finds  the  spark  to  cheer  the  dark,  Its  sun,  its  sunlight  is  with- 
mirth,  Who  laughs  the  most  may  truly  boast,  He's  got,  he's  got  the  wealth  of 


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58 


THE     MERRY     HEART. 


sMs 


pi  flo/ce. 

say.     There's  beau  -  ty  in        a      mer  -  ry  heart,  A     mo  -  ral     beau  -  ty, 
in  ;  Phi  -  lo    -    so-phy    may  lift     its  head,  And  find    out    many  a 

earth.      'Tis   well      to  have  a      mer  -  ry  heart,  Tho'  short  may  be        our 


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Composed  and  Arranged  for  the  Piano-Forte. 


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PIANO, 


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- 

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1.  The  dear  -  est  spot     of        earth    to     me  Is     Home sweet    Home! 

2.  I've  taught  my  heart  the       way      to     prize       My  Home sweet    Home! 


The 
I've 


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fai    -     ry  land     I        long        to       see          Is     Home sweet   Home! 

learned  to  look     with    lov     -     er's     eyes         On    Home sweet   Home! 


THE     DEAREST    SPOT. 


Piu  mosso. 


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There,  how  charm 'd  the  sense      of    bear  -  ing  !  There,  where  lore    is     so          en  -  dear  -  ing ! 
There,  where  rows    are  tru     -     ly     plight-ed!   There,  where  hearts  are  so          a    -    nit  -   ed ! 

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All         the  world    is      not      so       cheer -ing  As    Home sweet   Home!  The 

All        the  world    be  -  sides    I've  slight- ed  For  Home sweet  Home!  The 


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long      to  see     Is     Home sweet  Home! 

<N 


61 


English  version  by  J.  E,  CARPENTER, 


Music  by  FRANZ  ABT, 


VOICE, 
PIANO. 

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west         the      sun          de    -    cli    -    ning,    Sinks    be  -   neath  the         moun-tain 
wind        the      grass         is        bend  -  ing,   Flowers  now   slum  -  ber          in        the 

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62 


EVENING      SONG. 


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hills      with     ru     -     by's     shin   -   ing,      Then    bids      all        the      world      good 
fold       the      shep  -   herds  tend  -    ing,      Home-ward     hies       the      moun  -   tain 


1* 


night!     .     .     .     . 
maid 


Good -night,  good-night  1 
Good  -  night,  etc. 


c3  Bleaker  winds  the  flowers  benumbing  ; 

On  the  hearth  the  cricket  singS  ; 
Home  the  laden  bee  flies  humming, 
And  the  drowsy  bat  is  coming, 
Darting  on  his  leathern  wings. 
Good-night  1 


Man  now  seeks  his  peaceful  dwelling, 

Circles  round  the  ruddy  blaze, 
Of  the  sweets  of  labour  telling, 
Till  his  heart  with  raptre  swelling 
Grateful  gives  his  Maker  praise. 
Good-night  I 


63 


FBOM    THE  OPEBA  OF  THE 

BOHEMIAN   GIRL. 


M.  W.  BALFL 


Larghetto 
Cantabile. 


PIANO- 


1.  The      heart    bow'd   down      by      weight  of  woe,  To 

2.  The      mind      will       in         its        worst  de-spair,  Still 


weak  -  est         hopes      will    cling  ; 
pon   -   der          o'er        the       past, 


To      thought  and        im  -  pulse 
On          mo  -  ments       of        de- 


:*—jf*  *^J^^S^^^dJ-^S 


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while  they  flow,  That        can        no        com      -      fort     bring,    That      can,     that 

light  that  were  Too      beau    -    ti    -    ful  to      last,      That    were    too 


stringendo 


± 


64 


HEART     BOWED     DOWN. 


1       4. 


:*3*' 


^p p- 


-*        *    — *- 


can      no     com    -    -    fort  bring. 
beau-ti-ful,  too  beau-ti-ful  to  last. 


With         those      ex    -    cit    -    ing 
To  long      de   •  part   -    •  •<  1 


con  express:  di  dolore. 


scenes  will  blend,      O'er    pleas  -  ure'a  path  -  way  thrown  ; 
years  ex-tend,          Its       vis  -  ions     with    them  flown, 


But  mem'-ry      is     the 
For  mem'-ry      is     the 


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on  -  ly  friend  That       grief       can       call  its     own, 


That 


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its      own,          That  grief    can  call      its  own. 


As  sung  in  Hie  Opera  of  the 


Words  by  ALFRED  BUNN,  Esq. 


Music  by  M,  W.  BALFE, 


Andante  Cantabile. 


PIANO. 


ki        i   i   I  ii 

j    yj     i^:j.    i^v 

_j ^f          _ ..  --j •C__^ I  I , 


Cres. 


1    r 


•    k 


1.  When        oth    -    er  lips        and 

2.  \V"hen        cold  -  ness         or          de 


o  tempo. 


«=i— P- 


oth  -  er    hearts  Their    talea   of         lovo   nhall       tell, 

ceit         shall  slight       The      beau-ty         now  they        prize, 


In  Ian  -  guage  whose    ex  - 

And         deem     it        but        a 


^=^S3S^ 

^^fe^; 


66 


THEN      YOU'LL      REMEMBER      ME. 


"pjif:*i_*^ 


ce»t      \n\     -      parts        The    pow'r        they   feel         so      well,  There       may    per  -    Imps  in 

fad  -  I'd  light      Vi  hich  beams       with  -  in          your  eyes,  When,       hoi  -  low    hearts  shall 


r?:  r  r 


^^^^JT^W-^- 
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scene  Some  re  col      -      lee 

mask,          'Twill  break        your          own 


ti-  in         be 
to  see, 


Of 
In 


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days         that        have         as  Lap 

such          a  mo    -     ment  I 


py         been,         And    you'll       re 
but        ask  That  you'll       re 


mem 
mem 


ber 
ber 


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me, and     you'll    re    -    mem  -  ber,    you'll    re    -    mem   -  ber      me. 

me, that    you'll    re   -    mem  -  ber,    you'll    re    •    mem  -  ber      me. 


-9^ — 2 — «      '       I   — ~&f ^^*~~S     '  i 

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67 


"GOOD  BYE,  SWEETHEART,  GOOD  BYE." 


JOHN  L.  HATT03. 


PIANO. 


The  bright  stars  fade,  the 
The  snn  is  up,  the 
legato. 


morn      is      break  -  ing,   The  dew      drops    pearl       each     bud and  leaf,    And 

lark        is       soar-  ing,  Loud  swells     the       song         of        chan      -     -      ti-cleer ;    The 


I        from    thee        my     leave      am        tak  -  ing,    With  bliss        too    brief,        with 
lev  -ret     bounds    o'er    earth's  soft      floor  -  ing,    Yet       I  am     here,        yet 


*g* 


'*•-- 


bliss       too       brief,         with       bli?s. 
I  am       here,         yet  I... 


too     brief, 
am     here. 


How 
For 


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68 


GOOD     BY*,     SWEETHEART,     GOOD      II  V  K. 


sinks        my      heart    with   fond  a  -  larms,      The     tear          is          hid    -    ing 

since      night's  gems     from     heav'n      did     fade,        And   morn        to          flo     -     ral 


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BY    CAUL   FAUST. 


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SLUMBER  POLKA. 


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GALOP. 


FRANZ  BUDIK. 


INTRODUCTION. 


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